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Yo! What's the deal wit' you my boy?
(Don't be so nice)
Lock that door!
Slide to the back right quick
Yuh, turn that shit up
Show me where the stu'
Stu right here
Say dat
(Hit it!)
You niggas wishing to get merced so y'all can get fame
Can't wait to get signed I'll rock the fuck up out that big chain
A hoe ain't shit to me except a mattress full of piss stains
You niggas ain't gon' make it bigger
Got potential like I'm Rick James
Bitch I've been the greatest
Imma blow just like the big bang
Bitch was fogging up her windows
In the backseat wit' a fish tank
I pick up a stick, load the mag, and let it "Click-Clank"
Finger the trigger til' it squirt then Imma really let that bitch rain
Okay, gon' head call up the plug
We finna cop out
Smoking out garages and hotels
Bring the box out
First I get the sweeper
Call up Tez he let the mop out
And I got niggas who like sliding
So you bet not let that drop out
Pop out
Like a chef, he want to eat?
We let that chop out
Imma get some VVS's
Imma rock my watch out
Don't show me where you work
Move fast, better clock out
Said I was chilling on you Cleveland rappers really but I'm not now
He bought Mcqueen's, should've invested
When he ran we made him scuff 'em up
I'm sipping millios
I do not put cough inside this double cup
Chase the money, chase the bag
Take the sack and run it up
And they still holding hands out
Man they act like I ain't done enough
I told her slow it down
I told her speed it up
I can spot a rat nigga
I spent cheese on these buffs
She said I put it down
If it's slack I pick it up
Got her in my phone as "My dawg"
Cause she eat it like a mut
You niggas just be barking
Bitch you know you ain't that cut
This bitch was on some bold shit
She hit my line she wanna fuck
And on my bro that bitch had whack top
Bitch was tryna play too
Like bitch was in the blacktop
I know niggas daily flipping mother-fucking crack rocks
Smoking six opps
In this wood, it's a slapbox
Knot a nigga noggin up
These bullets give him botox
I know niggas toting ratchets and I'm thinking that they won't stop
It's niggas from my block
They pass the rock like a 40 Glock
Woahh
Y'all niggas tweaking i'm tryna record
Bro i'm recording in this bitch
Back the fuck up
Y'all niggas tripping
My brother taught me how to turn them Off-White kicks to a bag
My cousin taught me how to put them .223s in a mag
It's petty cases through my city swear the feds is some fags
He missing every single target so he blame it on lag
Flip checks, pop tags, took the snakes out the grass
Was just a lil nigga, hustling, tryna run up some cash
Now I take any might bitch long as she packing some ass
Hard body, even my feet can handle stepping on glass
I'm packing hardware
And these bitches always touching on my waist because I'm hard there
I won't catch a case
The feds watching wit' a hard stare
My whole city say they miss me cause I play my part there
That fifty round Beretta make him fall into his yard chair
Semi-auto clips of thirty wit' a red beam
I be so ready for the opps so I'm gone give 'em what they need
My bro he stole a car and flipped it
Then he bought a red jeep
I'm like a bald ass cracker tryna keep my head clean
(I'm just tryna keep my head clean bitch)
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